They have no money – their studio is a basement with egg cartons stapled to the walls for soundproofing, and they have a fan that rattles so badly they have to turn it off before they can begin recording.

The oddest thing about the studio is a strong scent of decaying bananas, as if many peels or even whole bananas were rotting in the room's wastebaskets, none of which look to have been emptied anytime recently.

Later on in the evening Becky took Nick to look round what she called her studio, while Jessica stayed behind in the sitting-room and talked to Jack and drank more of the parsnip wine, until she felt pleasantly sleepy.